5 Do's for Siquijor

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1. When arriving to port, learn from the trike driver that you are in Siquijor town proper and not in Larena, where your accomodation is booked. Run back to the boat to hear that no, this boat stops here, which would be okay enough unless you had managed to get on the only boat that does not go to the main harbor of Siquijor island, that's Larena. Haggle for a trike ride to Larena in the dark, wet harbour of stupid Siquijor town.

2. Write lists while waiting for the whether to pick up. It's pissing again.

3. Gossip with your fellow weather victims as there's really not much else to do. At the Kiwi Lodge banter for hours with Heidi and Roman, an Australian-Swiss couple who in early 2000, out of all places met at the Blue Bamboo in Sabang, where I, well, I met Steve (see notes for Sabang). Exchange info at the going ons of the guesthouse, the harem that the manager Lorena, according to Steve, is running and her divorce from her Swiss husband with whom she according to Heidi was so in love with in 01. Then let Heidi and Roman in on the news of the fate of Finjet, a ferry Roman took in the early eighties from Travemunde to Helsinki. Wonder how on earth it's possible that even outside of Finland there would be people who'd mourn that stupid boat.

4. Ants! Fucking ants. Forget a cookie (yep, it was stupid too) on your bed. When you come back find your bed crawling with ants. When first trying to wipe them of bare handedly, wonder for a second what's that burning sensation. Then see that those fuckers had covered your wrist. And boy, did it itch.

5.Get out, get out, get out of this rotten wet island. Ferry it to Dumaguete, walk across town, take two busses, then a trike and finally a padlle boat to cross yet another tidal river to find yourself on a perfect beach in Sipalay.

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